[ poetry story / teen fiction ] : about teens, who were afraid. NOTE : feel free to skip the entirety of book i ; autumn and jump straight to book ii ; winter // © 2021-2022 @uranium-girl

"TALES OF SHADOWS, TALES OF BEASTS, UNRAVEL AS THE SHADOW SPEAKS" Aeraji; the continent of magic, the mother of legends, old and new. A place where gods and heroes, monsters and witches are very much real. Despite hailing from foreign grounds Arden knows every tale by heart. For all its history of harboring everything otherworldly, though, not every mystical thing is loved; to be alone, orphaned and unusual is a recipe for death - a strange trick an invitation for a knife to the throat. And, unfortunately for her, Arden is all of them and more. A child sold to a circus full of criminals and abandoned children due to her peculiar talents - talents that make her the target of more than just human hatred. And all she longs is for the world to burn. But things are changing. The Grail of Adean has been stolen. The tension between the Alliance of the Aerajin Nations is thick. And Arden whisked away to a society of semidei must navigate the secrets of both the past and the present...while trying to decide if she should trust the wicked voices in her head. With ambitious demigods, perilous powers creating havoc and political alliances at stake anything could happen. Especially when, sometimes, the dead forget to stay dead. 1st place in the Freedom Awards 2017 Horror/Pranormal. 2nd place in the Golden Star Awards Horror. Cover by the amazing @lavendareyes

HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will trigger you.

[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a collection of seashells and nostalgia, sand filled baseball caps, scraped knees and bleeding hearts, colorless colors, stories of the lost and the found, and times when we are lost at sea. © 2021 @uranium-girl february 23, 2021 - march 18, 2021

- a featured story on wattpad @sport - a featured story on wattpad @generalfiction School has an odd way of making you hate it yet love the people you meet. I hate both. I've been the new boy at my school for nearly five months. Since my family's life of poverty was flipped on its head I've seen my entire world open up; it's like I was living in a cave. This time last year, I was 'too poor to have a Valentine'. This time this year, I just don't have the guts. Seriously, "Valentine's Day is the root of human anxiety." ~ Albert Einstein. (Don't look it up. I'm telling you what 'the government' doesn't want you to know.) But school has an odd way of giving you the perfect friends, a perfect love life and perfectly supporting your dreams to be a pro football player like your older brother. That, or it crushes you. It just crushes you. Your dreams? Crushed. Your friends? Meh. Your love life? Nonexistent (but as soon as it exists, CRUSHED). But we don't know what will happen for sure, right? I'm Roman Turner, but you can call me "the cool man". Gosh, I know I'll cringe at this later. ----------- - a featured story on wattpad @sport - a romance winner at the multi awards - a story told through two points of view • Romance/Sport/Slice of Life | Roman • Prose/Mystery/Psychological | Danielle • BOOK ONE: LIVING. • (EST.) 3390 words/part. • Cover artist - Sage Hieran. WARNING: If you are reading this story on a website other than Wattpad, you are currently very likely to be at risk of a MALWARE ATTACK on your device. To read this story in its original, safe, form, safely visit it here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/256322737 DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction; names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.